Sunlight spilled lazily into Damien’s penthouse, spilling across the polished floors and the messy bed where Bella and Damien had spent a night that neither of them would forget. The city hummed quietly below, but up here, in the sanctuary of luxury and obsession, time seemed to stretch and curl around them.
Bella stirred first, eyelids fluttering open as the warmth of Damien’s body pressed against hers. Her hair was tangled around her face, her lips slightly swollen from his kisses, and a faint scent of him still clung to her skin. For a moment, she just lay there, savoring the quiet, the intimacy, and the lingering ache of their connection.
Damien’s eyes opened slowly, dark and predatory, scanning her like a man rediscovering a treasure he thought lost. “Morning,” he murmured, his voic
